"And the rest is rust and stardust"- Vladamir Nabokov Lolita

"words without experience are meaningless"- Vladamir Nabokov Lolita

Tears began to dwell, and i became warm, with the thought of what i wanted would be an impossible task. As I let these days slip out of my grasp, my cold clamy grasp, the chance of me having what i wanted became further, and further away until it was only a speck in the sky smaller than the smallest star. He is there, he notices me, i notice that, i notice every little thing you do. My feeling towards him would be immoral. My lust became vibrant, it was as clear as day of what i wanted and no matter how hard I tried i couldnt deny It anymore, But i had to for my sanity and obvious reasons. It would be a sin, but a guilty pleasure just to be within your presence. Nothing had to happen, i just want to know you feel the same evil way, but that could never happen, and definetly not in this universe, or any universe really. It became my unhealthy obssession, it was a Burning Desire.